What's this? Why was Mom...no wait, this wasn't his mother. His mother, that bitch was- Don't think about that, Kaito. He reminded himself, keeping those memories, faded photographs of a family made up of lies and betrayal and sacrifice, in a mental black box. Taped shut with the layers and layers of this new identity called 'Wanijima'.
Kaito grunted at the shaking, wanting to raise a hand to wave off the asshole who was disturbing him when the stabbing pain in his broken leg made his eyes fly open in shock, his mouth open in a voiceless scream. FUCK.